No, I believe in patterns. If I see a pattern of a poster vomiting putrid stuff onto the board, I get to a point where there is really no need to continue to read that poster. You can do what you want, I like the Ignore function.
That's your right. Nothing to do with being scared, it's just there are posters out there that aren't worth reading. Much easier to use the ignore function than to simply ignore them by skipping their crap.
One man's conversation is another man's "scolding". The fragility of a snowflake. The soy is strong in this one.
Though I might be considered upper middle class so too am but on the upper end of middle age and I still don't put anyone on my ignore list because I am more amused by the posts than anything else. For me this forum is entertainment since I know I will not change anyone's mind why bother with an ignore list? I let them vent and laugh when they get triggered.
You had said, "Your post well illustrates the sort of ad hominem and emotional response that response that I usually only put up with when I'm sitting with my grandchildren. Life is too short for good books; I only read the great ones. Good bye pollycy." Yeah, you 'scolded' me, but that's within your concept of "conversation"... right? Go read a great book, but avoid the soy -- it contains isoflavones! You still don't make my 'ignore list'....
Only if you equate ignoring them with condemning them. I do not equate ignorance with condemnation. I simply choose to remain ignorant of what excretes from certain orifices. To be honest, if I wanted to hear from such orifices, I'd fart. I don't need them for that.
This is my last 'bump' for your lame thread. Add me to your list, or just continue to write snarky, snotty replies to me... I couldn't care less. I don't have an 'ignore list', and if I did, you wouldn't be on it. You aren't nearly slanderous, villainous, or poisonous enough to even be considered for addition to it, even if it were to exist. Now, go 'lay a brick' or whatever 'gets you off', but avoid the 'wet spot' afterwards....
Squonk If a squonk is captured, it cries itself into a puddle of tears. I thought that they were mythical, but alas, there is here such a beast. Who knew?
I think I'm going to like you after all... I'm just next-door, in Colorado, butted-up next to the mountains. You sound like you're a lot like me, maybe, with one exception. Keep smilin'!